<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235743693427368985</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:41:01.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuentos de Paz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11703848132143976223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SMVBhipld2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h1gELpcEyVM/S220/Formentera+159.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235743693427368985.post-1152085409538389771</id><published>2011-07-05T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T14:16:34.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y ahora...</title><content type='html'>Y ahora... también cuentos completamente personalizados a ordenador, en formato digital a 15 euros (entrega en pdf) o impreso a 20. ¿Alguien da más? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A disfrutar de la magia de regalar se ha dicho :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235743693427368985-1152085409538389771?l=cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1152085409538389771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/y-ahora.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/1152085409538389771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/1152085409538389771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/y-ahora.html' title='Y ahora...'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11703848132143976223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SMVBhipld2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h1gELpcEyVM/S220/Formentera+159.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235743693427368985.post-1191299206592424466</id><published>2009-09-30T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T07:35:35.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Detalles diferentes y únicos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SsSUPklCarI/AAAAAAAAATc/x_HdWH_Y4pM/s1600-h/Tarjeta+cuentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SsSUPklCarI/AAAAAAAAATc/x_HdWH_Y4pM/s320/Tarjeta+cuentos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387594049479928498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí puedes encargar cuentos personalizados para niños, adultos, mascotas... cualquier ser querido. Un regalo diferente en ocasiones especiales: nacimientos, bodas, cumpleaños, aniversarios o simplemente porque sí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada cuento contiene unas 20 páginas de historia completamente individualizada escrita a mano sobre un pergamino en cartulinas de colores. Más abajo puedes ver algunas muestras con algunos fragmentos de contenido para que te hagas una idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La portada contiene un duende o hada que hace referencia al/a protagonista, acompañado/a muchas veces por otros seres mágicos más pequeños (hermanos/as, padres, parejas, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cualquier pequeña imperfección es fruto de la artesanía que caracteriza la obra, por lo que no se encontrarán dos iguales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada cuento se entrega envuelto en papel de seda y, a su vez, inserto en una caja, maletita o bolsa de regalo especial, según el caso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedes encargarlos en castellano, valenciano/catalán o inglés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para más información o realizar tu pedido, ponte en contacto: pazdoula@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235743693427368985-1191299206592424466?l=cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1191299206592424466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/detalles-diferentes-y-unicos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/1191299206592424466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/1191299206592424466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/detalles-diferentes-y-unicos.html' title='Detalles diferentes y únicos'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11703848132143976223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SMVBhipld2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h1gELpcEyVM/S220/Formentera+159.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SsSUPklCarI/AAAAAAAAATc/x_HdWH_Y4pM/s72-c/Tarjeta+cuentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235743693427368985.post-2303181069607879854</id><published>2009-09-30T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T04:37:18.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SsM8wlwmKDI/AAAAAAAAATM/DaUN4Hv9iPE/s1600-h/Cuentos+y+Biar+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SsM8wlwmKDI/AAAAAAAAATM/DaUN4Hv9iPE/s320/Cuentos+y+Biar+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387216384732571698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La dulzura que irradia la mirada de Balma, junto a la picardía de los gestos que la acompañan, ha inspirado un cuento que únicamente podría protagonizar ella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235743693427368985-2303181069607879854?l=cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2303181069607879854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/balma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/2303181069607879854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/2303181069607879854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/balma.html' title='Balma'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11703848132143976223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SMVBhipld2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h1gELpcEyVM/S220/Formentera+159.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SsM8wlwmKDI/AAAAAAAAATM/DaUN4Hv9iPE/s72-c/Cuentos+y+Biar+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235743693427368985.post-5336847881423028090</id><published>2009-09-30T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T04:06:53.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SsM7o7k98FI/AAAAAAAAATE/9zOS7QkbowQ/s1600-h/Cuentos+y+Biar+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SsM7o7k98FI/AAAAAAAAATE/9zOS7QkbowQ/s320/Cuentos+y+Biar+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387215153638797394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SsM7oXfvOdI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2r-XaudpLqw/s1600-h/Cuentos+y+Biar+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SsM7oXfvOdI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2r-XaudpLqw/s320/Cuentos+y+Biar+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387215143953185234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David ha convertido los cuentos personalizados en "cuentos trucados" porque dice que su cuento está muy chulo y todo eso, pero un poco equivocado porque sólo cuenta las cosas buenas, algo que no le acaba de cuadrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cielo, de las cosas menos buenas nos acordamos demasiado a menudo, así que aprovecha para disfrutar de la verdadera magia de los sueños en tus cuentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y gracias por tu "gracias" tan sincero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235743693427368985-5336847881423028090?l=cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5336847881423028090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/david.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/5336847881423028090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/5336847881423028090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/david.html' title='David'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11703848132143976223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SMVBhipld2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h1gELpcEyVM/S220/Formentera+159.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SsM7o7k98FI/AAAAAAAAATE/9zOS7QkbowQ/s72-c/Cuentos+y+Biar+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235743693427368985.post-5205107417620021799</id><published>2009-09-30T03:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T03:59:25.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SsM5_2k6n_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/MOvCrTXitVk/s1600-h/Cuentos+y+Biar+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SsM5_2k6n_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/MOvCrTXitVk/s320/Cuentos+y+Biar+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387213348410138610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SsM5_TaqwOI/AAAAAAAAASs/ezp6hF7BAl4/s1600-h/Cuentos+y+Biar+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SsM5_TaqwOI/AAAAAAAAASs/ezp6hF7BAl4/s320/Cuentos+y+Biar+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387213338971914466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SsM5_Egm48I/AAAAAAAAASk/1Lz0WSPGBTQ/s1600-h/Cuentos+y+Biar+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SsM5_Egm48I/AAAAAAAAASk/1Lz0WSPGBTQ/s320/Cuentos+y+Biar+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387213334970295234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Kiara le gusta mucho soñar... soñar por donde sea, pero siempre de la mano de su hermano Asier y sus primos Julen y Alexia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, y también comer, porque ella siempre "lleva hambre" :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235743693427368985-5205107417620021799?l=cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5205107417620021799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/kiara.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/5205107417620021799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/5205107417620021799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/kiara.html' title='Kiara'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11703848132143976223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SMVBhipld2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h1gELpcEyVM/S220/Formentera+159.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SsM5_2k6n_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/MOvCrTXitVk/s72-c/Cuentos+y+Biar+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235743693427368985.post-6646723701747353705</id><published>2009-08-24T14:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T03:45:32.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/Sq0_CQ_7MPI/AAAAAAAAASE/i7puckJEhww/s1600-h/Cuentos+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/Sq0_CQ_7MPI/AAAAAAAAASE/i7puckJEhww/s320/Cuentos+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381026437932986610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/Sq0_C8d1OeI/AAAAAAAAASM/czm5OERdaSE/s1600-h/Cuentos+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/Sq0_C8d1OeI/AAAAAAAAASM/czm5OERdaSE/s320/Cuentos+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381026449601149410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana es un hada que nos narra cómo llegó a darse cuenta de que, pese a tener unas alas diferentes, podía volar como la que más... sólo tenía que encontrar su don, su fuerza interior... la más enérgica y regeneradora que existe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235743693427368985-6646723701747353705?l=cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6646723701747353705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/un-regalo-original.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/6646723701747353705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/6646723701747353705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/un-regalo-original.html' title='Diana'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11703848132143976223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SMVBhipld2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h1gELpcEyVM/S220/Formentera+159.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/Sq0_CQ_7MPI/AAAAAAAAASE/i7puckJEhww/s72-c/Cuentos+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235743693427368985.post-4076030652342844585</id><published>2009-08-21T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T05:33:03.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucía</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/So6TtJVnExI/AAAAAAAAARk/cWc3T8uk5uw/s1600-h/Varias+de+paseo+y+casa+340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/So6TtJVnExI/AAAAAAAAARk/cWc3T8uk5uw/s320/Varias+de+paseo+y+casa+340.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372393809309537042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucía, divertida, nos revela cómo se convirtió en el hada que hoy es:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Parecía un día cualquiera, pero no lo era. Papá y mamá estaban junto a mí y Adexe, mi adorado hermano que siempre me cuida, guía y protege, estaba jugando también cerquita. Todo estaba tranquilo, calmado y… de repente, pasó. Primero se oyó como un chasquido y luego, sin saber cómo, me convertí en una pequeña hada traviesa..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235743693427368985-4076030652342844585?l=cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4076030652342844585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/lucia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/4076030652342844585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/4076030652342844585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/lucia.html' title='Lucía'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11703848132143976223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SMVBhipld2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h1gELpcEyVM/S220/Formentera+159.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/So6TtJVnExI/AAAAAAAAARk/cWc3T8uk5uw/s72-c/Varias+de+paseo+y+casa+340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235743693427368985.post-3462349979375140581</id><published>2009-08-21T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T07:46:55.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pablo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/So6SrVCZOuI/AAAAAAAAARc/PxjALkJwycI/s1600-h/Varias+de+paseo+y+casa+273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/So6SrVCZOuI/AAAAAAAAARc/PxjALkJwycI/s320/Varias+de+paseo+y+casa+273.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372392678578797282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El de Pablo es un cuento que entremezcla, cómo no, el mágico mundo de los duendes con sus adoradas pasiones: la Fórmula 1, los animales y la magia, pero la magia de verdad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235743693427368985-3462349979375140581?l=cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3462349979375140581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/pablo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/3462349979375140581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/3462349979375140581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/pablo.html' title='Pablo'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11703848132143976223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SMVBhipld2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h1gELpcEyVM/S220/Formentera+159.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/So6SrVCZOuI/AAAAAAAAARc/PxjALkJwycI/s72-c/Varias+de+paseo+y+casa+273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235743693427368985.post-5803752784613134230</id><published>2009-08-21T05:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T05:20:03.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/So6Q6_b1CFI/AAAAAAAAARU/VLr8oSuqtSo/s1600-h/Varias+de+paseo+y+casa+327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/So6Q6_b1CFI/AAAAAAAAARU/VLr8oSuqtSo/s320/Varias+de+paseo+y+casa+327.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372390748634548306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué decir de Andrea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo con leer un pequeño parrafillo acerca del ritual de sus primeras carcajadas podemos derretirnos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Y es que hay muchas teorías sobre las primeras carcajadas del alma, pero yo creo en una sola, la de las hadas. Mamá y yo creemos que hay hadas de la risa que se esconden en los árboles, sólo has de tener la suerte de encontrarlas y hacerles cosquillas, que es lo que más les gusta, para que te inunden con su don y se cuelen en tu vida para siempre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las carcajadas de un bebé son muy especiales, pero la primera es la más hermosa. Es un momento sagrado, un ritual, una ofrenda. Esas primeras risas son capaces hasta de parar el tiempo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235743693427368985-5803752784613134230?l=cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5803752784613134230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/andrea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/5803752784613134230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/5803752784613134230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/andrea.html' title='Andrea'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11703848132143976223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SMVBhipld2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h1gELpcEyVM/S220/Formentera+159.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/So6Q6_b1CFI/AAAAAAAAARU/VLr8oSuqtSo/s72-c/Varias+de+paseo+y+casa+327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235743693427368985.post-5868205472740649723</id><published>2009-08-21T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T05:14:40.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adexe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/So6PVIoIWxI/AAAAAAAAARE/lOOJWPu6Tg0/s1600-h/Varias+de+paseo+y+casa+337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/So6PVIoIWxI/AAAAAAAAARE/lOOJWPu6Tg0/s320/Varias+de+paseo+y+casa+337.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372388998755408658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adexe es un duende muy sabio que nos narra su historia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He aquí un fragmento de la misma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reparto mi alegría por los aires cuando sobrevuelo el mundo en sueños, o también en la tierra, con los pies bien anclados en el suelo, en mi día a día, intentando sonreír y tratar amablemente a la gente, intentando ser agradecido y esforzándome cada día en ser quien verdaderamente soy persiguiendo lo que realmente deseo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235743693427368985-5868205472740649723?l=cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5868205472740649723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/adexe.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/5868205472740649723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/5868205472740649723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/adexe.html' title='Adexe'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11703848132143976223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SMVBhipld2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h1gELpcEyVM/S220/Formentera+159.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/So6PVIoIWxI/AAAAAAAAARE/lOOJWPu6Tg0/s72-c/Varias+de+paseo+y+casa+337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235743693427368985.post-1180644259908100501</id><published>2009-04-08T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T04:08:44.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SdxvvWkMS7I/AAAAAAAAANA/HxhDQbwUMfM/s1600-h/Cuentos+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322251718946999218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SdxvvWkMS7I/AAAAAAAAANA/HxhDQbwUMfM/s320/Cuentos+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Julia aún no alcanza el año de vida y ya ha protagonizado un cuento de hadas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Un fragmento de su cuento dice así:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Con mi sonrisa, muchas veces, intento invitar a mis papás y a todos los que tanto me quieren, a soñar conmigo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A veces, sueño que me adentro en el bosque y correteo con los animalitos, guiada por las hadas. Otras veces, en mis sueños, aparezco sobrevolándolo todo de la mano de mi hada favorita, mi hermana."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SdyFYo8QrhI/AAAAAAAAANY/nSLg5oZrmBY/s1600-h/Cuentos+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322275517998607890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SdyFYo8QrhI/AAAAAAAAANY/nSLg5oZrmBY/s320/Cuentos+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235743693427368985-1180644259908100501?l=cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1180644259908100501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/04/julia.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/1180644259908100501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/1180644259908100501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/04/julia.html' title='Julia'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11703848132143976223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SMVBhipld2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h1gELpcEyVM/S220/Formentera+159.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SdxvvWkMS7I/AAAAAAAAANA/HxhDQbwUMfM/s72-c/Cuentos+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235743693427368985.post-5880787101635154302</id><published>2009-04-08T02:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:39:13.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SdxsfDLFmDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7jElbCZ297Q/s1600-h/Cuentos+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322248140328638514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SdxsfDLFmDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7jElbCZ297Q/s320/Cuentos+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Carla es una deliciosa niña de dos años que adora a su hermana Julia, todavía un bebé...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He aquí un fragmento de su cuento:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"En los cuentos que más me gustan y que comparto con la luna abro ventanas con mis palabras y pinto el mundo desde mis ojos. Para ello, pesco palabras en los ríos, en las estrellas o en las olas, y cazo colores por las calles, por los parques y por las nubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invento desde la risa, desde las lágrimas, desde la tripa, haciendo volteretas y volando libre. Pero, sobre todo, siendo yo misma, la niña mayor y única que soy, con la magia que enamora a los que más quiero."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235743693427368985-5880787101635154302?l=cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5880787101635154302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/04/carla.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/5880787101635154302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/5880787101635154302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/04/carla.html' title='Carla'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11703848132143976223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SMVBhipld2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h1gELpcEyVM/S220/Formentera+159.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SdxsfDLFmDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7jElbCZ297Q/s72-c/Cuentos+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235743693427368985.post-2225817739795910516</id><published>2009-02-09T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:30:44.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sírvanse ustedes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SZATIrhGckI/AAAAAAAAAKs/D9hVmbhPlsg/s1600-h/Imagen+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300757801256514114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SZATIrhGckI/AAAAAAAAAKs/D9hVmbhPlsg/s320/Imagen+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un popurri de todo: aventuras, (son)risas, magia, ilusión, sensaciones, colores, cosquillas, abrazos, respeto, besos y muuuucho amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sírvanse ustedes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235743693427368985-2225817739795910516?l=cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2225817739795910516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/varios.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/2225817739795910516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/2225817739795910516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/varios.html' title='Sírvanse ustedes'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11703848132143976223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SMVBhipld2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h1gELpcEyVM/S220/Formentera+159.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SZATIrhGckI/AAAAAAAAAKs/D9hVmbhPlsg/s72-c/Imagen+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235743693427368985.post-5400482742841327234</id><published>2009-02-09T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:49:37.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Julen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SZASF5cbrSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/prc81IULaHw/s1600-h/Imagen+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300756653943794978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SZASF5cbrSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/prc81IULaHw/s320/Imagen+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julen, que ya tiene siete años, es el rey de los cuentos. Le gusta que le cuenten historias de todas clases, con todo tipo de personajes y ambientadas en cualquier rincón del mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algún día será él quien los cuente, pero por lo pronto... lo que más le gusta es protagonizarlos, que no es poco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235743693427368985-5400482742841327234?l=cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5400482742841327234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/julen.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/5400482742841327234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/5400482742841327234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/julen.html' title='Julen'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11703848132143976223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SMVBhipld2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h1gELpcEyVM/S220/Formentera+159.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SZASF5cbrSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/prc81IULaHw/s72-c/Imagen+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235743693427368985.post-779106291840741638</id><published>2009-02-09T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:50:32.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SZAPh6wtIfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hj-95489Sl4/s1600-h/Imagen+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300753836798714354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SZAPh6wtIfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hj-95489Sl4/s320/Imagen+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marquitos apenas tiene cinco meses, pero ya apunta maneras. Le gusta que lo traten con cariño, que lo mimen y que le hagan reír a carcajadas. Ahora empieza a empatizar más con el entorno y se lanza a los brazos de los que más le quieren para hacerle sentir único, que es lo que es.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marcos, tu llegada al mundo y tu adaptación a la realidad está siendo muy divertida, ¡sigue disfrutando tanto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235743693427368985-779106291840741638?l=cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/feeds/779106291840741638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/marcos.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/779106291840741638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/779106291840741638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/marcos.html' title='Marcos'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11703848132143976223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SMVBhipld2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h1gELpcEyVM/S220/Formentera+159.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SZAPh6wtIfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/hj-95489Sl4/s72-c/Imagen+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235743693427368985.post-6011484759810058880</id><published>2009-02-09T03:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:51:17.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SZAOunMz46I/AAAAAAAAAKU/EQQnmH0Xxo0/s1600-h/Imagen+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300752955374560162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SZAOunMz46I/AAAAAAAAAKU/EQQnmH0Xxo0/s320/Imagen+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana, de cinco años, es una niña muy despierta y risueña. Le gusta acompañar a su hermano, Víctor, allá donde va.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuando se empeñan en averiguar qué se esconde en cualquier lugar... nada se lo impide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235743693427368985-6011484759810058880?l=cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6011484759810058880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/ana.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/6011484759810058880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/6011484759810058880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/ana.html' title='Ana'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11703848132143976223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SMVBhipld2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h1gELpcEyVM/S220/Formentera+159.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SZAOunMz46I/AAAAAAAAAKU/EQQnmH0Xxo0/s72-c/Imagen+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235743693427368985.post-5239001144474976261</id><published>2009-02-09T03:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:51:46.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Víctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SZANgXGMwcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bPftCjegmuc/s1600-h/Imagen+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300751611022066114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SZANgXGMwcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bPftCjegmuc/s320/Imagen+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Víctor, de tres años, le pirra jugar a todas horas con su hermana Ana, dos años mayor que él. Juntos exploran cada rincón del bosque, cada sorprendente lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incluso cuando la cosa se complica deciden aventurarse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235743693427368985-5239001144474976261?l=cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5239001144474976261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/victor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/5239001144474976261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/5239001144474976261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/victor.html' title='Víctor'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11703848132143976223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SMVBhipld2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h1gELpcEyVM/S220/Formentera+159.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SZANgXGMwcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bPftCjegmuc/s72-c/Imagen+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235743693427368985.post-8961153439228470616</id><published>2009-02-09T02:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:52:53.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SZALOAmamXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Lm4FRO5tRoI/s1600-h/Imagen+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300749096722274674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SZALOAmamXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Lm4FRO5tRoI/s320/Imagen+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este es el cuento de Alexia, una hadita de tres años a la que le encanta soñar, tanto dormida como despierta. Le gusta cantar y correr al tuntún, sobre todo en los mercadillos plagados de gente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un día soñó con poder sobrevolarlo todo y ver el mundo desde lo alto, con sus alas bien desplegadas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235743693427368985-8961153439228470616?l=cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8961153439228470616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/alexia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/8961153439228470616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/8961153439228470616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/alexia.html' title='Alexia'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11703848132143976223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SMVBhipld2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h1gELpcEyVM/S220/Formentera+159.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SZALOAmamXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Lm4FRO5tRoI/s72-c/Imagen+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235743693427368985.post-6886665729124014401</id><published>2009-02-09T02:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:00:31.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noelia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SZAMYzKmu6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Fx7H6UUXeTY/s1600-h/Imagen+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300750381606157218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SZAMYzKmu6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Fx7H6UUXeTY/s320/Imagen+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noelia ya tiene cuatro años y no suele decantarse por los cuentos de hadas tradicionales. A ella le gustan las hadas, es cierto, pero diferentes. Hadas que bailan, que juegan y que hablan sin parar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ella es una niña mágica, índiga, y eso... dará que hablar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3235743693427368985-6886665729124014401?l=cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6886665729124014401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/cuentos-personalizados.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/6886665729124014401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3235743693427368985/posts/default/6886665729124014401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosdepaz.blogspot.com/2009/02/cuentos-personalizados.html' title='Noelia'/><author><name>Paz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11703848132143976223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SMVBhipld2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/h1gELpcEyVM/S220/Formentera+159.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mstsXqa9VpA/SZAMYzKmu6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Fx7H6UUXeTY/s72-c/Imagen+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
